“How so?”
“I was an advisor on one of his cases.” He hurried on before she could probe any further. “So tell me what you saw.”
Her story was the same. “...I reach the alley and there’s no one, nothing. Including no way out. Well, you saw, right?”
Jan nodded and sighed. He asked a few more questions, but it added nothing to the story. “Listen, sorry I wasted your time. Let me buy the coffees.” He reached for his wallet.
“So is this body rotting like the others?” she asked. Jan stopped in mid-motion and looked at her. She smiled. “I’m a reporter for the Toronto Star, Mr. Mirocek. We need to talk.”
Jan sat back again. A reporter, covering the killings. For a moment, despite the sunshine, he felt an old darkness close in.
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Thirty-one. Working alone again. He met her in a village in P
